The final chapter

"He had gone through hell in the previous months. He could no longer go on like this. It was too painful. It had to come to an end.

The beautiful relationship that he and his lover had built over so the past four years started showing signs of deterioration in the past few months. Whatever he tried to do to repair the damage, turned out to be in vain. And when she finally broke the news to him, that she wanted to break up with him, it left him shattered to pieces. "It can no longer go on like this. It is too painful. It has to come to an end.", she had said.

He had been writing emails to her, but had never actually sent them to her. All the things that he wanted to share and to ask, but never could, for he did not want to make it hard for her, were all part of these unposted emails. He read them all that night, one last time. "I can no longer go on like this. It is too painful. It has to come to an end", he then told himself.

He made up his mind that his decision was the only way out of this misery. And so he clicked the 'Send' button on all those emails, and by the time he had clicked the button for the 50th time, he was too drunk, and too tired to go on. He collapsed on his desk, with the bottle of poison in his pocket.

He was woken up by loud thuds on his door. With his eyes half open, he found his mobile vibrating on the floor, it's battery almost drained completely. He dragged himself to the door and slowly opened it. The sun shone so brightly in his face that he could barely see. When his pupils finally adjusted to the morning sun, he saw her standing there, eyes as red as her lips. Before he could say anything, she embraced him like never before. With her head on his chest, drenching his shirt with tears, she said, "I read all your emails. What took you so long to send them to me? I knew we could never go on like this. It is too painful. We have to bring this to an end. "

The End. 
Or, more appropriately,
The Beginning. "

With mixed feelings, he printed out what he had just typed.

The next morning, he was found dead in his apartment, lying next to his laptop, with a bunch of papers in one hand and a single piece of paper in another.

His friends identified the bunch of papers as the final chapter of the book that he had been writing over the past few months, ever since his lover left him. His mailbox, which was open on his laptop showed 50 emails addressed to her, saved as drafts.

The paper in his other hand read,
"I can no longer go on like this. It is too painful. It has to come to an end."